THE BELLS OF ADVOCACY

THE BELLS OF ADVOCACY

On the Hills

Where little Angels used to delight

        In a meal of garnished “odudu”

The vultures now discover their brands

And pray unceasingly for the bones of dead angels.

On the Land

The Children can no longer hold

Their moon dance

Lest they erase the paintings

Drawn by the powerful limbs of our Totem to decorate our landscapes.

From the Sea

The Running brooks

Pursue deadly waves across the beach down to our village homes

And yet the rains never came.

In the Sahara

Three meters away from our borders

The tired limbs of the cruel Tortoise

Are strengthened by the harmful aroma

That grows out of mischievous roses.

Indeed

Ours is a hill in the Sahara

And a city in the Sea

Where miscreants of integrity

Win the Wonders of the Ancient

And escape the beautiful rays of illumination.

But on the eve of Coronation

At a minute before midnight

When the Victor shall return with the booty of war

The final bells of Advocacy

Shall echo once again at the deserted battlefields.

On the ‘morrow

Against his Command

When tongues of sensitivity shall insert themselves

Into the cavities on the Hills;

When the siblings of justice shall find their feet again

And dare the terribly hot sands of the Sahara Desert;

When the vestiges of Truth

Shall bud again on the wings of the Eagles;

When a drop from Calvary’s sore wounds

 Shall swallow up the ocean waters;

The Victor shall now have a cluster of witnesses pestering him.

Then has my Rising Sun come to shine!

Hurray!!

There is a Yuletide!!!

There is a spark in this Season of my inflated Misery!

Therefore

I sing my Love Song

Whose wavelengths would fan my spark into a flame

And its melodies shall beat the eardrums of sleeping neighbors.

For

 Even though

A Love Song from a broken heart and Swollen lips

Shall sound like a dirge

Or an elegy from the eerie depths of a Mystery.

Yet

 It is the Music of my profession.

So….

The Rains did come…

The Angels did feed….

The Children did dance…..

And the Victor was all the while a Stranger to our beautiful world.




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·         “Odudu” is porridge beans poorly prepared in a native way.